"I've been there

Tell me everything you think i wanna hear

I'll take care of you, i will"

-Caretaker Dram ft Sza

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She was sick and He was broken. They had always been there for each other until they disappeared from one another's life.

What happens when they both need to be each other's caretaker as they make it through life ? ...

“Art Thou Forgiven” A Sinners Fanfic

You’d always admired your Daddy’s love for music. Sometimes you questioned if he actually loved it more than he loved you but you were sure that was your Momma’s doing. Her and Daddy were always bickering about something. Mostly because of music and how it managed to take him places that never had any room for her to be apart of. He’d tell her that the music was his escape. A place that made him happy because living in the souths of Mississippi and working for the white man wasn’t a place you wanted to stay grounded in. Just like Daddy loved his music, you loved someone equally important but just like Momma, you hated the life they chose and how it never included you…

The Mississippi Delta, 1932

The sun beamed on the back of your neck as you made your way towards the market. You silently crused yourself because why the fuck wouldn’t you grab the hat off your kitchen table before walking in the thick Mississippi heat.

You let out a slow breath as you walked inside of the Chow’s market anticipating the cool air. Grabbing basket, you nodded towards Lisa, Grace and Bo Chow’s daughter, who was working the register. She gave a half uninterested smile continuing to check customers out.

You strolled through the aisle slowly just so you could take in the crisp air a little longer. You would often hear the ‘welcome’ bell from the door ring as you walked around.

“Daaaaaaaddy?!” Bo’s daughter yelled just enough for him to come from sliding out of the back.

“What?” He questioned throwing his hand towel out of his hand.

Making your way towards the dry goods in the back section, you heard a familiar voice. “Bo Chow” Your ears perked up as your head ducked towards the lower parts of the seasoning.

“Look at what the damn cat dragged in.”

You dropped the basket making your way to the exit of the market. You didn’t want to look back because if one was in town that meant the other one wasn’t too far off.

“Lil Slim.” You’d always hated the nickname but when folks around town saw you they knew exactly who you belonged to. Thee Delta Slim. You adorned the same features from your cocoa skin, full lips to you brown sleepy eyes. “Don’t make me call you again, woman”

You halted in your tracks before turning slowing, kicking up dust in the process. You met his gazed as you sauntered towards him. “Elijah?” You let out more as a question. “I see you’re back in town”

“Elijah? Damn Lil Slim first name basis?” He looked you up and down taking another pull before flicking the blunt from his lips. You know I saw you runnin’ out that damn store like you seen a ghost or sum shit..” Rolling your eyes slightly, you moved from his eyes to his hands due to the rustling. “I bought up that lil’ basket on my way out. Call it a gift…”

“I’m just fine, Smoke.” You pursed your lips tightly together so he wouldn’t notice the lie that had left your lips. “The devil never gives gifts only favors.” You wanted to hurt his feelings so he could leave you alone like he did 7 years ago.

“Take this bag, woman.” A chord hadn’t even been struck by your words. He was use to the sass flying out your mouth. He’d grabbed your hand swiftly dropping the straps into your palm. “I’ll be seeing you, Lil Slim.”

He jumped in his truck without another word. The engine purring as he made his way down the dirt road.

*

“(Y/N)! I’ll be back girl. Gots to go down to the station and make a lil money before tonight’s show at the club.” He’d kissed your cheek, smelling of corn liquor, before walking out the door.

You were too hot and tired from your walk back to disagree long enough to stop him. Slim might have been making money but you only saw it in the form of a bottle turnt to his lips. You sat on the small sofa gathering yourself before making your way to the kitchen. This had become a routine on your days off from working. Making a market run, cleaning up a little and cooking something heavy for Slim to put on his stomach after a night of drinking and caring on down at the club.

You wanted more for yourself but after your Momma had passed on and the Moore men leaving, you felt the need to try to get closer to Slim because he was all you had left. Ol’ drunk and all.

You let up all the windows trying not to get the smell of catfish frying in your hair. A couple of hours ago, your best girlfriend had invited you out to this new Juke Joint earlier after hearing some dudes talking about how some other dudes got shot over trying to steal liquor from the owner. You were a little worried about going but you needed to let your hair down and have some fun.

*

You could hear the music as you and Pinky pulled into the lot full of cars straight towards the middle to show off her brand new gift. Pinky, also known as Priscilla, was your best friend that loved to show off the gifts that her husband bought her. Since she hated her much older husband she was always down to cut loose. Her husband knew how she got down but apparently he did the same. That was their business and you never asked too many questions but always listened when she needed to talk.

“(Y/N), don’t that sound like your daddy on that harmonica?” She smiled taking your arm to loop around hers. “Ooou it’s hot in here tah’night.”

“Well don’t y’all look like some mighty fine woman?” Another familiar voice. “How you doing, Lil Slim?” He smiled helping you after Pinky into the threshold of the club. “Delta in hea’ got these people feelin’ good.”

You smiled giving him a slight hug taking in the full atmosphere. “Doing good, Cornbread. How’s the wife?” “You in here working the door?” All he could do was nod and tell you that she was doing well before you were whisked away to the bar.

“Now what we drinking, ladies?” The bartender asked going back and forth between you and the gentleman sitting at the end.

“Whateva’ they asking fo’.” Although they were twins, you could always tell them apart. You didn’t even want to look up but you also wanted him to know he didn’t have any effect on you anymore. Neither of them did. The bartender had passed rounds of moonshine with fruits inside.

“SJ” He grinned flashing that fancy smile your way. He knew how much you hated “Lil Slim” back in the day so he’d decided to call “SJ” short for “Slim Jr”.

“Hello Elias” You grumbled “How you doing?” You asked pulling yourself from the bar after taking the drink in one gulp. You shimmied onto the dance floor with a random man. You really didn’t care how or what he was doing these days. Last you heard the SmokeStack twins had went north to cause trouble.

You kept your feet moving no matter the song. You’d even witnessed Sammie and your damn Daddy playing a couple of songs together. You noticed everything in the joint. You’d been taking mental images of the night’s festivities and how everyone seemed to be freed by their burdens. How they came in letting loose and feeling good.

“Why’d you sto-“ you turned to ask the guy you had pretty much held captive to avoid Elias from coming your way.

“Stack, this your woman?” The man was already a foot away from you surrendering you to the devil himself.

“Scary ass nigga” You spat looking up at him. “You love messing up a good thang, don’t yah?” All he did was grin at you showing a glint of gold. That sly smirk had gotten you in so much trouble in the past. “Well?” You questioned releasing the shawl that matched your dressed perfectly onto a near by chair. “You gon ask me to dance or what?”

There it was. You giving into him without him saying a word. That was how it went with you and them. Elijah was a giver while Elias loved to take.

“Damn SJ” he spun you around placing your back against his chest. “You not so lil no mo’” you felt him touching your hips adding pressure to his grip. “Seven years did you some good.”

“Hope this isn’t your attempt to get me in some back room, Stack.” He guided your hips into a slow grind. “Half of these Mississippi Delta women have their eyes on you and Smoke. Won’t you go grind on one of them”

As soon as those words left your lips, she’d approached them attempting to cut in.

“Well well…if it isn’t Little Miss Slim” Her southern drawl was laced with venom. “Not so little anymore are we” She smirked. “Maybe you should go cool down with a drink, honey. You’re looking parched”

You couldn’t understand her issue with you. You knew her and Stack would mess around every now and then but everyone knew that their relationship wasn’t serious. Never would be and never could be.

“That’s (Y/N) to you” You smiled as you slowed your hips down. Elias still behind you. “It’s a beautiful night. It’s been a few years since we’ve seen each other and here you are ready to cause drama” “I thought you white women were supposed to be classy?” You couldn’t help yourself. You didn’t hate Mary but you hated how out of character she could be around Elias or Stack as she loved to call him.

You had already understood that Mary and Stack’s relationship wasn’t serious purely based off of it being forbidden. She was a white passing dainty woman and he was a black man. This world would never accept it but that was the danger was the foundation of it. Elias was the one that had pursued you. He’d always say you were different and too damn independent for your own good. You could read him like a book and he could do the same. Neither of you ever acted on your feelings but you both knew that there was something there.

“S’cuse me?” Her face went pale as you felt Elias’ lips smiling into your neck.

“Stack, you gon let her talk to me like that?” She’d moved on to fighting with him. She knew better than to keep going on because eventually you would get tired and get physical.

“What you want me to say, woman?” He let you go but you stayed in between them. “I told you to stay the fuck away from me at that station.”

“Mmmh…” “Well make me leave then, Stack!” She muttered. They bickered completely ignoring your presence as if you’d somehow managed to become invisible in seconds.

You had had enough of their bickering before it started. You made your exit looking for Pinky so you could leave and make it home so you could make sure Slim didn’t pass out on the floor instead of his room.

“Lil Slim, you seen Stack?” Elijah asked as you were walking around the area.

“I’ll tell yah if you take me home?” You smiled attempting to make a way. “You know you can’t let your hopeless friend be stranded and walking home in these parts at night.”

His hard exterior softened but he never smiled. You could tell he was thinking it over. You knew he wouldn’t let you walk at night but after finding out the Juke Joint belonged to him and Elias, you knew he had to be here for the business.

“I’ll have Stack do it.” “Last I seen Pinky she was making her way to the back with Preacher talking about ice cream.” He shook his head a little confused as he moved towards the crowd.

“He was arguing on the dance floor with Mary last time I saw him!” You called sitting at the bar again. You knew they had probably moved on from the argument into each other pants but who were you to care. He wasn’t yours.

*

After arguing with Elias the whole way, you’d finally made it back to your place. Turns out him and Mary had did more than argue just like you knew they had.

“What’s on your mind?” He spoke cutting the engine looking towards you. “Thinking about us?”

You looked over at him, pulling the shawl closer to your body. “Stack, you and Mary are meant for each other. All you do is lie and cause trouble.” You were hurt and he knew. You were tired of being second to her when it came to him. You couldn’t deal with it anymore.

“Stack?” Was all he mustered up before touching your thigh. “Mary ain’t got shit on you, SJ. You know that, right?” He rubbed circles into your thigh with his finger. “Mary ain’t the one that i want to make it back home to when I’m away.”

“But Mary gives you what you want?” You’d never had sex. You wanted to save yourself for your husband. That was thing yah Momma had drilled into you. ‘Don’t no man want a ran through woman.’ A part of you hoped that would be Elias but he was too caught up in the high life and the web that Mary had spun around him to notice you and cater to your body in that way. “It’s fine, honey.” Your lips curved into a tight lipped smile. “You’ll always belong to Mary and the streets. There’s nothing wrong with it. Just don’t get hurt messing with ha’” You surrendered grabbing up your purse while you touched the handle of the door prepared to get out.

“But Mary ain’t the one who’s got my heart, (Y/N)…” He grab your thigh catching you off guard halting your movement. As you looked up at him you were met with his deep brown eyes staring at you softly before laying a kiss on your lips. “I miss you. I love you.” He mumbled against your lips. “My heart belongs to you, woman.”

1992: Stack x ShaNiece McIntyre

2025: Elias x Solana McIntyre

SoftBoi Erik x Reader (Uriah)

Summary: Loosely based off on “Spend it” by Summer Walker.

Uriah is a soft girl but Erik pissed her off sooo she spends Erik’s ✨munyun✨. With all the Sinners fics I HIGHkey been missing Erik lil thotty ass.

Furious wasn’t even the word to describe Uriah’s mood. She was in a full-blown psychotic state. A part of her seriously considered having a full Angela Bassett Waiting to Exhale moment with his clothes. Erik had pissed her off one too many times, and she was done.

She stormed out of his house and returned to her condo in the sky—because seriously, who the fuck needed Erik?

They’d gotten into another heated argument—this time over his feelings for her. Or rather, his inability to express them. And of course, Erik brushed her off like always, claiming she was “tripping” and that she should already know how he felt. But she didn’t. Sure, he bought her things. Said “I love you” occasionally. But she needed more than that. She wanted to hear why he loved her. Why her. Was that really too much to ask?

Uriah was done. Or so she told herself. Meanwhile, Erik wouldn’t stop blowing up her phone with calls and texts. Honestly, she was shocked he hadn’t already shown up at her door, banging to be let in.

Ding.

Another text. Erik was relentless.

“You done acting like a brat?”

“Call me when you’re ready to talk like an adult.”

“You miss this?”

That last one came with a picture of his dick. Typical.

He was the childish one, not her. If he could just be honest about his damn feelings, all of this would blow over. But instead, she was thirty-something, ready to settle down, while Erik still wanted to play games.

Fine. She could play too.

She fired back a single text, ignoring the garbage above it:

“Give me the last four of your credit card. Buy back my love—you can keep your heart.”

The bubbles popped up instantly.

“0004.”

Got him, she thought, smirking as she closed the app.

She wasn’t usually the type to buy lavish things, but Erik was. And she couldn’t wait to piss him off with all the extra charges when the statement hit.

She spent the afternoon deciding: elevate her “earthy girl” aesthetic or redecorate the condo she’d practically abandoned after getting serious with Erik. She opted for both.

Givenchy, diamonds, and pearls—three months’ worth of rent spent in a single spree. She knew Erik would be livid when the notifications started rolling in. That was the point.

Every purchase? Overnighted. Or, at minimum, express shipping.

She didn’t want sweet nothings anymore. She wanted to be spoiled. Pleasured.

Uriah stretched from her spot on the couch, got up, and packed her small orange duffle for a solo dinner followed by a luxurious two day staycation—spa, massage, the works. One more purchase wouldn’t hurt, she thought as she stepped out.

⸻

“No, I still haven’t heard from him.” Uriah mumbled into the phone, balancing it between her shoulder and ear while turning the key into her front door.

It had been three days since Erik’s last call or text. At this point, she was convinced it was over. And she might just have to sell her ass—and toes—to pay off all the damage she did to his black card.

She dropped her duffle and turned on the foyer light.

“FUCK!” she yelped.

There he was. Erik. Sitting in the middle of a sea of her packages.

“Ma, I’ll call you back,” she muttered, placing the phone down, eyes never leaving his.

“Erik, what are you doing here?”

He sat wide-legged in her chair, arms stretched over the sides like a king on a throne. Silent. Watching.

She scanned the room—most boxes were ripped open, contents sprawled across the floor and couch. Her heart pounded.

She stood frozen, like a child caught doing something bad.

“Baby?” she whispered, tucking a loc behind her ear. “I missed you.”

When in doubt, butter him up.

She eased her way between his legs.

“Silk Chanel scarf, $550. Givenchy blouse, $1,650. Pearl studs, $170…” Erik read from his phone, tracking her approach.

He stood, towering over her.

“Spend it on me?” he quoted from her message. “How you feel, Princess?”

His smirk brushed her ear like a whisper.

“I—I…”

Words failed her. The spite had melted into something softer, more vulnerable.

“Speak, Princess,” he said.

He rustled through the chaos, finally pulling out a box. Savage X Fenty.

“I’m feeling generous,” he said. “I’ll let you pick.”

That grin again. Deadly.

She exhaled sharply—hadn’t even realized she’d been holding her breath.

No time to overthink. She chose something buttercream yellow, delicate. She smoothed vanilla-coconut cream over her cocoa skin and slipped the lingerie on. Her locs cascaded freely down her back, just above the swell of her ass.

“Sit.”

His voice carried from the doorway.

She obeyed, settling at the edge of the bed as he approached.

“Uriah went and spent Daddy’s money like the fucking brat she is,” he spoke, amused.

He opened a James Allen jewelry box and placed a single diamond necklace around her neck.

“You’ve got good taste, though.”

He kissed her neck. She shivered.

“Erik, I’m sor—”

“Nah, Princess.” He locked eyes with hers. “You’re not sorry. Stand on business.”

Her lips parted. Her body buzzed.

“Before, my love couldn’t be bought. But now… maybe that’s all I want.”

She crawled up the bed.

“Buy me more, Daddy.” She pinched a nipple, spread her legs. “You never talk. You just throw gifts at me. But never your love.”

Her fingers slid between her thighs. Roaming her wet opening.

“Do you love me, Daddy?” Uriah began to unravel without his help.

Erik grabbed her wrist, licking her slick from her fingers before replacing them with his own.

He knelt beside the bed, stretching her open. Her eyes rolled back. Her body trembled.

“Of course I fucking love you,” he whispered, kissing her temple.

When he pulled his fingers from her, she whimpered. He trailed kisses from her neck to her thighs before diving back in.

“I love you!” she moaned, legs shaking. He lapped her up like honey.

He hovered, pressing kisses all over her face, then aligned himself with her entrance. His thick length slid in slow, deliberate.

“I love you,” he moaned into her mouth. “I fucking love you, Uriah.”

His thrusts were unhurried.

He hadn’t cared about the money. He had plenty. What hurt was his own inability to say what he felt.

But this? This was how he showed it. Every soft stroke was a confession.

Uriah’s hips moved with his rhythm, tears slipping down her cheeks as he pushed her legs back for a deeper angle.

He had never touched her like this.

Her body gave in.

“Baaaaby—”

He stroked her through it.

“That’s Daddy’s princess,” he whispered. “I love how you take care of us. I love your mind. I love the way your nose wrinkles when you think. How passionate you are. The way you care for everyone without wanting anything in return. Your fire. The way you challenge me. Make me a better man. I’m in love with you, Uriah.”

She sobbed beneath him. “I love you so much, Erik.”

And with every word, every movement, his walls crumbled.

Later, as they lay tangled together, she teased, “Maybe I should spend all your money. You talk better when I do.”

Erik chuckled, fingers stroking her locs. “Princess, you can have whatever you want.”

His voice faded into sleep.

A/N: it’s been a while BUT this is a part two of a One Shot I did way back when called “He was Erik”. Reader and (Killmonger. Smoke. Stack.) Michael are trying to move on from the past and present roles of their relationship.

✨Be gentle. I haven’t wrote in so long but have missed it. I decided to dip my toe back in before I fully continued to write MBJ ffs✨ anyways enjoy!

My ✨Tag List✨ is also non-existent lol so if you want to be tagged in any future work please let me know 🙏🏾

Rubbing the lotion onto your brown skin, you continued to watch him closely. You cursed yourself under your breath as his voice carried on the delightful conversation.

“When he calls you; do you not even read the script?” The host questioned through small chuckles with the cast. You’d trailed off by then reminding yourself that this wasn’t going to play out like last time. He’d played in other roles but none of them had come between you like that one.

‘You were supposed to be past this’ you thought to yourself scratching your scalp before placing your kinky coils into a low bun just like he liked. ‘You weren’t past this….past him.’

‘Who isn’t watching this movie take the world by storm?’ You thought again to yourself. You were trying to convince yourself that this dirty secret of watching his interviews weren’t crazy but justified. ‘You were showing support’

‘All done. Hope you’re ready for lunch’ - BABE

You read the message he sent. It was 7 years ago. You were an idiot. He had been in a public relationship during the “off again” point of this relationship but always found a way to contact you or did little things in his interviews because he knew you were watching.

You hadn’t responded to him since he was probably minutes away. You continued getting dressed for lunch date. You’d wanted to match his black and white ensemble from his cast interview. Sliding the black skirt up your waist before placing the white collar button up crop top on your top half.

“Babe?” you heard him step more into the hotel suite as you placed your feet into you heeled sandals. Right on time. “(Y/N)?” His voice was slightly louder meeting you at the bedroom opening.

“Hi” you smiled pulling the collar of his white shirt close to you. You melted into his soft pillowy lips with your own. This was your man. You had always fought the urge to compare him to his roles. Making sure he didn’t revert back to his depressive ways like last time…..

*

5 Years and 3 Months ago

“She just doesn’t fucking understand!” The thunder like sound of his voice made the hairs on your neck stand up. You were shaking internally as you sat on the other end of the sofa.

“What do you mean, Michael?” Mrs. Jones, the therapist, questioned. Her voice was light and free from judgement as she peered over her glasses going between us both.

His breath shallowed. He was thinking. He burned a hole into the floor before picking up his head piercing the side of your face. “She acts like I’m still him. Still in the fucking role of Killmonger. We filmed over a year ago. I just rapped up with press touring. I’m good.”

You had been slowing your breath down the whole time he spoke. You didn’t know why you’d came to therapy with him. He texted you a few months after you packed up and that public bull shit of a relationship had ended with the details of the appointment and somehow you responded with an ‘ok’. You desperately wanted to see the change in him. You wanted to support him so you came. This was your first time seeing him. He looked like Michael but he still carried the boulder of Killmonger on his shoulder.

“(Y/N)?” You were knocked out of your thoughts. You heard the slight irritated chuckle leave his lips.

“She’s not even taking this shit seriously” he muttered. “I should’ve did this shit myself.”

That fueled you to release the truth. You were tired of dealing with his shit. You had been released from him when you walked out and you had vowed to not come back. He’d moved on and so did you. You were dating, having fun and just-just thinking of him through it all. Your legs were shaking and you couldn’t sit anymore. Your skin felt as if it was burning through the leather of the sofa. You felt your feet moving. You were pacing. The type of pacing that had people around you nervously watching for your next move.

“YOU are the one that needs this! NOT ME!” Your voice was shaky but you continued to stand your ground. “Killmonger is a darkness that consumed my boyfriend. You hurting yourself is hurting me.” ‘Great the tears were forming’ “Watching interviews to feel closer to you. Wearing your clothes while crying myself to sleep. You think I wanted this?” You wiped the salty rivers flowing from your eyes. “You made me leave you.” Your movements came to stop in front of him. His brown orbs staring past you because he couldn’t bare looking at you . “I love you, Michael.” I wanted to be there but I was going insane. I can’t love you more than I love myself….” You voice was low and your finger raked through you now straighten kinky hair. “Even tried to rub that Lori bitch in my face as if you were happier dating someone of status!” You scoffed. “Bitch couldn’t do half the shit I did for you! But you always made sure I was in arms reach.” You rolled your eyes. “Tell me something…” You paused looking at him with a small venomous grin “was that Michael or Killmonger?”

“(Y/N).” Mrs. Jones voice carried over towards you heavier than before. “I understand your frustration but let’s not take jabs at each other.” She turned her attention towards Michael. His eyes were closed as his chest moved up and down slightly slower than normal. “Michael?” The therapist mumbled. “I know this is a lot. (Y/N) spoke her truth. How does this make you feel?”

The silence was killing you. Maybe you had went overboard. You had a tendency to let things build up then explode. Call in the (Y/N Horoscope) in you. You had agreed to this meet up after everything you had been through with him in this past year. You rested your head back against the wall. You were too nervous to look at him again.

He lifted his finger to his glossy eyes. Wiping a stray tear from his right one. That got your attention. You wanted so badly to slide over and wipe those slow forming drops from his eyes but you couldn’t. You were here for closure. For a new beginning. For something.

“I-I” Michael was only speechless when he wanted to be truthful without hurting anyone. You figured he probably wanted to dig deep and release every hurtful statement possible on you. His breath became heavier as you waited for him to continue. “I’m sorry. I need help.” You heard the tremble in his voice as he choked out those words towards the floor. He was hurt and embarrassed. Again you wanted nothing more than to embrace him in your arms and hold him. “I need you.” He’d finally looked at you. His once dark lifeless orbs were soften and brown. Familiar.

*

“How are you feeling?” You asked as you sat across from him in between sips of the sweet drinker laced with champagne. “All of you looked so good on Sherri’s show.” You smiled warmly. “I can’t wait to meet them in the next few weeks.”

“I think it went well” He smiled. “Just wish you would’ve took my invite to watch it live and meet them today.”

“I’ll be there the whole time when your overseas press tour starts.” You reassured him. “Remember what the therapist said.” You place your hand over his giving it a light squeeze. “We have to respect each other’s boundaries so we don’t go backwards.”

“Yeah I know.” He nodded pursing his lips slightly. “Just want this experience to show you how much I’ve changed.” He kissed your hand smiling. “I feel good about this.”

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